Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.